My Best Friend’s Dad, Part 2

I didn’t wait for him to answer. I continued walking toward him, toward his desk, and around it. I could see the screen now. It was on pause. A guy was fucking a cheerleader from behind. Pompoms were on the bed, and her skirt was still on. His hands were on her hips; he was halfway inside her. Poor guy, he was on pause. It made me laugh, as if that could happen in real life. The blonde locks of the girl streamed down, covering any part of her side boob that would be visible. I’m sure her hair swayed back and forth with each thrust, allowing for a nice view of her incredible body. I bet her nipples were perfectly erect, and oh-so-suckable. She was hot, and so was he!

I looked at Mr. Thompson and gave him a smile. I reached for the mouse and clicked play. The sounds continued. The moaning was hotter than ever. Mr. Thompson didn’t say a word. I straddled him, in his chair, blocking his view of the monitor. He no longer needed to see that. I began to rub his cock through his boxers. He was so big. “These jeans are in the way,” I said with a devilish tone. I got on my knees and slid them down. Still on my knees, I reached up and stroked him through the pale blue fabric, almost the same color as the lace under my cheer skirt. He moaned a little and never tried to resist. He wanted me. He had wanted me for a while. Probably since my 15-year old body teased him in my first bikini.

His cock was begging to be released from its cotton prison. I obliged and slid his boxers down just low enough to expose him. I leaned over and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I was giving head to my best friend’s dad. That’s the thought that raced through my mind at that very moment. Just thinking of it now is getting my wet. At the time, my panties were soaked. His girth filled my mouth, but like a good little cheerleader, I took it. I opened wider and slid him farther inside my mouth. I kissed him, all the way down, swirling my tongue around every inch of his cock. The sounds he made were hotter than those coming from his iMac. I continued to suck. He got bigger and bigger. I stopped and pulled his boxers all the way down. He was able to untangle his pants with his feet and free himself from both the denim and the boxers. I reached up and felt him with my hand. I took his balls in my hand, caressing them, and then began to stroke his shaft. I leaned back in and traced my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, making out with the head when I arrived. That drove him wild! And it made me wetter than ever.

I got off my knees, walked over to the mahogany leather sofa, and laid on my back. I moved my hips toward my body, extending my legs straight up. I reached down and removed my panties from under my skirt. I tossed them to Mr. Thompson and giggled. He came over immediately, taking his shirt off along the way. He was completely naked and got on top of me. His right hand took my left and put it above my head, and he leaned down, and kissed me. I kissed him back. His smell, his taste, oh so familiar. And so fucking sexy. His tongue slid into my mouth, our lips locked, and he gave my tits a violent squeeze. “Oh my God,” I exclaimed. “It was you! You are the Big Bad Wolf.”

His tongue exited my mouth, looked into my eyes, and smiled. “Yes I am. I wanted you so badly, but you were just 17. I had to stop. But now, fuck, I am so glad you are here.”

“I wanted you too, and I want you now,” I whispered. We kissed again, this time his body fell onto mine. His cock teasing my tight little teen entrance as our tongues played with each other. His hands pressed against my tits, squeezing them through my top. “Get this off me,” I exclaimed and tried to sit up. He helped me out of my cheer top and stared at my chest. “You are so fucking sexy,” he said, and began kissing my tits around the edge of my bra cups. I arched my back and let him play. His mouth felt so fucking good on my skin. He licked as far as the fabric would allow. The bra was like a fortress, guarding my milky white teenage breasts and succulent pink nipples. I inverted my shoulders, reached around and unhooked the lock to his treasure. He quickly helped me out of my lacy harness, and wasted no time wrapping his lips around my pink areola. Both my nipples got harder than ever.

He sucked, softly at first, and gentle. Then a little harder. The harder he sucked, the louder I moaned. His lips finally released my nipple and he kissed down my body. He complimented how sexy I was, how he loved my skin, and how incredible I tasted as he kissed lower and lower. He teased my navel. I was ticklish and he could tell. He moved lower, to the edge of my skirt. Instead of sliding it off, he skipped over it. He was now kissing my inner thigh and went higher. His head made its way up, and so did the frill of my skirt. A few seconds later he was making out with my pussy. Holy fuck that felt good. Only one other time had someone gone down on me. Amanda’s dad was WAY better. He licked in all the right places. It didn’t take long until my body began to shake. My hands moved to this head and I am quite sure I was suffocating him with my pussy. I didn’t care. His tongue felt amazing. I came. And he knew it.

“You taste so incredibly good,” he said, “so sweet.” He came up and kissed me. I was still soaking wet and wanted more. We made out a little, I could taste myself off his tongue, and I didn’t mind. His hands squeezed my bare breasts and he slid his body farther up. His cock pressed against my entrance. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “I want you inside me.”

His cock was rock hard as it slowly penetrated my teenage flower. My lips parted, taking him in. He was so fucking big. It hurt, a little, but certainly not in a bad way. He wasn’t all the way in, he was going super slow. He was deliberate and delicate with me; like I was a fragile work of Venetian glass. He split me a little wider, and then, we both froze. We heard the front door open and chatter coming from the foyer. It was Amanda and her mom. “Holy fuck,” I said in a loud whisper. His cock flew out of me, he grabbed my hand, and…

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